Her body was pliant as she leaned into him, and he made a low sound in his throat as he dropped his other hand to cup her breast, nearly exposed to hi... hungry eyes. It took one little tug, and her flesh was a feast for his eyes. So pale, so white against his dark hand. The contrast made his cock flex against her, and his thumb gently rolled one nipple, drawing a gasp from her, making her eyes flutter closed. The pleasant tingle sprung to life, flaring into a throbbing warmth between her legs,. I like to cook. I like show tunes. But I am not gay, OK?I like show tunes because I love the brassy, sassy women who sing them. I'm a flight attendant because how many other ways is a guy with no special talent going to get to see the world and all those beautiful stars who live in it? And I like to cook because -- well, I just like to cook. Get over it.Being a flight attendant is perfect for me. I even volunteer for the long flights -- oh, the mischief you can get into at 3 in the morning. I could smell their sex they were so close, and my wife was still kneeling in front of me, now staring at this sight right next to her. When the other wife put her hand on my wife's shoulder to steady herself from her pounding, I thought my wife would flip out and snap back to reality. But she didn't, instead she put my cock in her mouth, and I saw her hand go down between her own legs and start to play with her swollen clit. I could tell the guy next to me was close, as his pace was increasing. Likewise,Annette and Annie are different names for another, offscreen person. Throughmost of the story Bernadette/Bernie is pretending to be Annette/Annie. And, yes,I did that just to annoy you. "The character of Bernadette representsemmaadmirer, the peculiar American (also referred to as her Sir and her Master)represents me, and the Annette Meyer who Bernadette pretends to be is looselybased upon a real person whom I've never met but hope I will someday. It wouldbe absolutely scurrilous to.